Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Xiang Yuan sat there, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, his posture was relaxed, and there was no malice in his eyes or expression. ,

But this does not prevent him from using the most poignant language as a weapon to stab his enemies. ,

Fu Xin is his enemy.

"If he doesn't come back, I can go there."

Compared with the restlessness at the beginning, Fu Xin's emotions have gradually settled down. He looked at Xiang Yuan and said every word: "I never expected that he would take the initiative to come back to me. The mistakes I made , I will make it up myself, but I don't need you to remind me."

Fu Xin straightened his spine, remaining indifferent and arrogant as usual.

"Xiang Yuan, I don't know what you want to do when you come back this time, and I don't care if you want to seek revenge from me. For me, I just did what I thought was right six years ago. Even if I go back in time, I will still be like this Do."

Xiang Yuan raised his head slightly, staring at the man in front of him with a smile in his eyes. ,

That's right, this is Fu Xin, and this is the so-called Fu family's character passed down from generation to generation. ,

I would rather bend than bend, and only accept death, as long as it is what I think is right, go all the way to the dark, don't hit the south wall and don't turn back, even if I hit the south wall, don't turn back.

It's fucking ridiculous.

They are obviously a group of businessmen who are profitless and not greedy, so they insist on flaunting themselves like a literati with a lot of backbone. ,

Looking at this face, Xiang Yuan wanted to gag. ,

"Boss Fu is really tough."

Xiang Yuan raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, his eyes were full of contempt, "I just don't know if Mr. Fu can be so stubborn when kneeling on the washboard in the future." Fu Xin chuckled.

Little spicy chicken, at first glance, it looks like a little spicy chicken with no knowledge and experience.

Doesn't he know that in the latest version of "One Hundred and Eight Ways to Chase a Wife", the item of kneeling on the washboard has already been out.

Kneeling grills are all the rage right now!Add a piece of charcoal and bake it once, if it burns, it will fail!

"Don't bother you, if you have the time, you'd better go see your dad." Fu Xin didn't have the slightest awareness to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds, so he felt very happy.

Xiang Yuan was unexpectedly calm. He stood up and brushed off the wrinkles on the corner of his suit very gentlemanly. ,

"As for my proposal just now, Mr. Fu had better think about it. After all, compared to Tang Ruan, what you and your family want most is the child with the blood of the Fu family?

Xiang Yuan patted Fu Xin on the shoulder, and leaned forward slightly, "And do you want to guess, what will I do with that cute little curly-haired bastard after I'm with Tang Ruan?"

Fu Xin's expression suddenly dropped to freezing point. He grabbed Xiang Yuan's skirt, swung his hands vigorously, and pressed him against the wall behind him.

"Let me tell you, little bastard," Fu Xin panted heavily, and his address to Xiang Yuan had already revealed his anger value at the moment, "If you dare to touch the sugar bowl, just touch it, oh, I promise, You will die a hundred times worse than your father."

Xiang Yunan's best ending in this life is to die in prison, and no one can survive the 40-year sentence. ,

"Don't worry," Xiang Yuan raised his hand as if he didn't feel any pain, and gently brushed Fu Xin's collar with gentle movements, "Look, such a rough appearance doesn't look like the pampered prince of the Fu family." Lord.

While speaking, Xiang Yuan's hand slowly pressed Fu Xin's wrist.In the next moment, a sharp pain spread from the wrist, which instantly paralyzed Fu Xin's entire arm.

Fu Xin let out a muffled snort, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead in an instant. He tried hard to withdraw his arm, but found that it didn't seem to work. ,

Fu Xin studied sculpture since he was a child, and he has never lost to anyone in terms of wrist strength. ,

But Xiang Yuan, his strength could no longer be described as amazing. :

He just held Fu Xin's hand like that, as if holding a dumbbell weighing only a dozen kilograms.

"Don't worry, how can I be that kind of person." Xiang Yuan smiled reservedly and gentlemanly, "What is there a word for, oh yes, love the house and the bird." "I love little fudge so much, how could I not love His sweetheart." "It's just."

Looking at Fu Xin's pale face due to the pain, Xiang Yuan was in a good mood. He let go of the hand that was holding Fu Xin, smiling. ,

"That little thing looks so much like you, if I see it, I want to destroy it."

Fu Xin's hand was injured a while ago because of the Wia incident. As if he knew where he was seriously injured, Xiang Yuan twisted his arm to re-open the bone that had almost healed. ,

"You can try."

Fu Xin raised the corners of his mouth with a sneer, straightened his back, and tried to crush the man with an ugly face opposite him by a one centimeter advantage in height. ,

"Before you touch Tang Ruan and my son, I will tear you, piece by piece, into pieces.

It's a memory that makes your arms ache just thinking about it.

Fu Xin stood in front of the window in the corridor, while watching the sunset, secretly rubbing his arms.

That little bastard Xiang Yuan, one day, he will take off both his arms and put them back on again to vent his anger. , Fu Xin is simulating and rehearsing that delightful scene in his mind.